The Dumpling : $b A detective love story of a great labour risingKernahan, Coulson
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The Dumpling : $b A detective love story of a great labour rising
Kernahan, Coulson
Detective and mystery stories; English fiction -- 20th century
Then it was that the police and the soldiery showed how prepared
they were for the outbreak, how admirable was their organisation.
Suddenly down St. Bride Street, and moving by some inside and unseen
motor-power, there appeared a procession of engines of war, the like
of which none of the rioters had ever seen. These engines had been
constructed secretly and in sections so as to be ready to put together
and run out at a moment's notice, and had been concealed at the various
fire stations till such time as they should be required.
Imagine, if you can, that a square-built fort had suddenly detached
itself at the corners, so as to break up into four armed sections, each
of which presented on either side an iron-plated front, almost as steep
and almost as high as the side of a house, with gun-mouths grinning
out at regular intervals. Armoured trains the rioters had heard of,
but armoured sides of an iron-built house, moving, each complete in
itself, upon unseen wheels in a long procession down St. Bride Street,
was something entirely new. For an instant the mob surged back, awed
and wondering. Then, like an angry sea leaping against a breakwater, it
flung itself forward upon the first of these new and advancing engines
of war.
But for the tragic loss of life, the impotency of the rush would have
been ludicrous. It was as if a child, by the throwing of a handful of
sand, had tried to stop a motor-car going at the top of its speed. The
huge instrument of war not only did not swerve an inch from its course,
but, so great was its weight, that it passed, without so much as a
bump, over the bodies of those who fell beneath it, scrunching bone and
limb into shapeless and quivering pulp.
Then from either side belched sheets of flame, and, for the first time
since the rising, the mob fell back and away, leaving the monsters of
war-mechanism to accomplish their manœuvres unhindered.
On the four moving walls filed, like a troop of ambling elephants. The
foremost wheeled heavily round the obelisk in the centre of Ludgate
Circus till it blocked London southwards by barricading off New Bridge
Street and Blackfriars Bridge. The second steered round the obelisk
westward, till it faced and closed Fleet Street. The third stretched
itself eastward across the foot of Ludgate Hill; and the fourth,
by spanning the road where St. Bride Street and Farringdon Street
bifurcate, thus closed those roads to all comers.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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